instant

feasting on the wind

only to attempt preservation and

picture what it would be like

to be preserved

we are choking on the

intangible

picture that

with frothed spit cascading from my chin

I try to swallow

they won’t take that from me

I hate myself

and you hate yourself

we are mutually

marbled and cool to the touch

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